Always trust your instincts when it comes to movies and food.

1.)  I gave in and went to see the Footloose re-make, despite my better instincts which were screaming at me to not pollute my mind with images of a new and inferior cast of characters.  Several people vehemently insisted the re-make was a feel good movie that was fun to watch with good music, dancing, and acting.  I am here to tell you that, being the Footloose aficianado that I am, those people are wrong.  (Sorry Mom.)  That movie was garbage.  Julianne Hough's voice alone was enough to make me consider leaving the theatre after 10 minutes.  The only two redeeming qualities were Dennis Quaid and Willard, Quaid because he's gorg and Willard because no matter who plays Willard he'll always be the best character in the movie.  So I learned to trust my instincts when it comes to movies.

Then I was thinking about other things I have ignored my instincts on and lived to regret it.  Point #2.

2.)  Oldie but a Goodie and topical - A couple of years ago I went to lunch with my boss at the time (who hated me) and a work person who I didn't really know.  I ordered a cheesesteak.  When it came out something seemed wrong, but I really wanted a cheesesteak.  Two things here - 1. - I should have known better than to order a cheesesteak in Texas and expect it to be anything besides not good.  2. - I chalked up the wrong feeling to the fact that I was out to lunch with my boss (who hated me... did I already say that?).    So I ate that cheesesteak and I ate it up right.  And a few hours later I was lying on the floor of my bathroom praying to any God I could think of to just let me live or let me die but remove me from the misery of food poison whatever way possible.  3 days later I think I finally mustered the courage to eat a cracker or something, and I gagged every time we drove by a McDonalds.  So then I learned I should trust my instincts when it comes to food, and so whenever Adam makes fun of me for smelling the milk, the cheese, the bread, the cereal, the lettuce, the Ranch dressing, the ketchup etc etc etc - I remind him of how I had to fight Death because I wasn't dilligent about my food. 

So what should you take from this story - you may ask?     Well - first, you should feel comfortable coming to my house to eat, secure in the knowledge that I will not let you eat anything I haven't already smelled; secondly I am a movie hypocrite because even though I say I hated that movie I bet you I will watch it when it comes out on HBO.  Like, every time it's on.